Лексические, грамматические и стилистические проблемы перевода. Калинкина С.К. - 16 стр.

       30. Her brother was – and no doubt still is a prominent, pasty-faced,                45. Soames spun round, and met his visitor's eyes, and at the look he saw
suspenders-and-painted-tie-wearing politician, major and booster of his ball-        in them, a sound like a snarl escaped him. He drew his lips back in the ghost of
playing, Bible-reading, grain-handling home town. (V.N.)                             a smile. (J.G.)
       31. How many small dead-of-night towns I had seen! This was not yet the              46. "It's not that. It's just that I'm a slow reader." "What if you'd been a
last. (V.N.)                                                                         quick reader, sir? Where would you be now?" (C.D.)
       32. Willy was famous for having, as a child, witnessed his father's death,           47. The details of what was to prove the key discovery in the case – or, to
killed by a camel on a long-planned long-looked-forward-to-visit to Egypt. (I.M.)    be more accurate, the lack-of-key discovery in the case – were not communi-
       33. The place had its own peculiar smell, thrilling to devotees, com-         cated by the City Police to Kidlington HQ until just after 1 p.m. that same day,
pounded of warmth and water and chemicals and healthy wet green foliage.             although the discovery had in fact been made as early as 8.45 a.m. (C.D.)
Adam loved this smell. He stood awhile smelling the plants and looking with                 48. The Cutteslowe Estate in North Oxford, built in the 1930s, had
satisfaction at the wet marble and hugging the private thrill of his own soon-to-    achieved national notoriety because of the Cutteslowe Wall, a seven-foot high,
be-swimming sensations. (I.M.)                                                       spiked-topped, brick-built wall, which segregated the upper-middle-class resi-
       34. Hattie was wearing her changed-for-supper uniform, a silky light          dents of the Banbury Road from the working-class tenants of the Council Es-
brown blouse with an embroidered collar and a round-necked dark brown pina-          tate. (C.D.)
fore dress of very fine corduroy. (I.M.)                                                    49. "Do you think I want to get Ellie Smith in here this morning and take
       35. Naturally after we grabbed him we went to his office and house to see
                                                                                     her prints and tell her that she's a bloody liar and that she knifed her sod of a
what we could find out – you know, where-you-were-on-the-night-of-June-6,
                                                                                     step-father?" (C.D.)
1894-stuff-and the present cook said she'd only been working for him since the
                                                                                            50. It was the year that Britain entered the Common Market and – it
8th of October, and that led to that. (D.H.)
       36. He felt a soft wet patch against his side, investigated his jacket, and   scarcely seems credible now – went to war with Iceland over cod (albeit in a
drew forth the remains of his hasty jam sandwich, now squashed into a red limp       mercifully wimpy, put-down-those-whitefish-or-we-might-just-shoot-across-
mess. (I.M.)                                                                         your-bow sort of way). (B.B.)
       37. We always eat like this, picnic fashion, for simplicity. (I.M.)                  51. All day Ashurst rested his knee, in a green-painted wooden chair on
       38. Diane uttered these terrible words meekly kneeling upon her knees in      the patch of grass by the yew-tree porch, where the sunlight distilled the scent
the darkness of St. Paul's Church, Victoria Park, at chilly draughty 8 a.m. early    of stocks and gillyflowers, and a ghost of scent from the flowering currant
service (poorly attended on weekdays). (I.M.)                                        bushes. (J.G.)
       39. Her feeling for George was like that, feeling very sorry for him,                52. She has a perfect devil of a brother, with whom she was brought up,
feeling oh so much protective possessive pity-love, a sort of desperate sorry-for    who knows her deep dark secret and wants to trade her off to a millionaire who
affection. (I.M.)                                                                    also has a deep dark secret. (J.G.)
       40. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at               53. He was deeply fond of the dog. It was so old and understanding and
her body in powder-blue sports clothes the result was satisfactory. (D.H.)           sagacious. He knew it was also a special favourite of his master's, a giant-
       41. Oh, I remember something she said while she was dressing. I didn't        limbed, violent-tempered brute of a man, and for that reason he was always
know what Chris said, but she said: "When I ask her she'll tell me," in that         watchful and careful of it, never letting it stray from sight. (H.E.B.)
Queen-of-France way she talks sometimes. (D.H.)                                             54. The next morning, at a quarter past six, Martin was routed out for a
       42. The ghost of a smile appeared on Soames' face. They had better hurry      quarter-to-seven breakfast. (J.L.)
up with their questions! (J.G.)                                                             55. He found that the newspaper storyette should never be tragic, should
       43. When her hand was refused, June put it behind her. Her eyes grew          never end unhappily, and should never contain beauty of language, subtlety of
steady with anger; she waited for Irene to speak; and thus waiting, took in, with    thought, nor real delicacy of sentiment. Sentiment it must contain, plenty of it,
who-knows-what rage of jealousy, suspicion, and curiosity; every detail of her       pure and noble, of the sort that in his own early youth had brought his applause
friend's face and dress and figure. (J.G.)                                           from "nigger heaven" – the "For God-my-country-and-the Czar-" and "I-may-
       44. At a front door across the way was a man of his acquaintance named        be-poor-but-I-am-honest" brand of sentiment. (J.L.)
Rutter, scraping his boots, with an air of "I am master here." And Soames
walked on. (J.G.)
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